My boss, Mark, is friends with a brother and sister who were orphaned at the ages of 10 and 8. Six years later, they are still forging along without the support of any significant family members. We four Weiseths joined him and a few other folks from Flying Mission and from church for a house painting party. Malena managed to get no more than 15% of the paint on herself.
Caleb did great, ascending to great heights in order to get every square inch covered.
On Sunday, Malena and Shelley went and rode horses at a nearby stable, while Caleb and I engaged in more motor-driven activities. There is a nearby motocross track; Caleb shaved a good thirty seconds off of his previous best lap time.
Meanwhile, I studied the adventures of a local dung beetle as he (or she) valiantly tried to wrestle this prime piece of dung up a significant incline.
. . . to be continued
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